Top Shotta NLE Choppa
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[Intro]
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
I got an AK though
(Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda)
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
I got Murda on my beats and it's a homicide
I have a shootout anywhere because I'm down to die
The devil ain't fucking with me, I got a lot of fire
I kill him, then I split him like he had a piece of pie
If that nigga want it then I'm on it, kill him and his homie
He ain't gotta ask if I got it, just know that bitch is on me
Choppa cook a nigga like fried bologna and rip-
[Verse]
In the opposition block then I saw a fucking cop
Cruisin' on a ten-speed, make a nigga fucking stop
Hop up out that car with this Glock, then I made it pop
Old heads in the hood want the violence to stop
I can't spare a thing and I can't spare a barrel
And I ain't stoppin' my life until they put me in the trap
The feds on my brother ask about a murder but he don't care
Feds ask me where my alibi, I said I wasn't there
[Chorus]
I got Murda on my beats and it's a homicide
I have a shootout anywhere because I'm down to die
The devil ain't fucking with me, I got a lot of fire
I kill him, then I split him like he had a piece of pie
If that nigga want it then I'm on it, kill him and his homie
He ain't gotta ask if I got it, just know that bitch is on me
Choppa cook a nigga like fried bologna and rip-
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
I got an AK though
(Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda)
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
I got Murda on my beats and it's a homicide
I have a shootout anywhere because I'm down to die
The devil ain't fucking with me, I got a lot of fire
I kill him, then I split him like he had a piece of pie
If that nigga want it then I'm on it, kill him and his homie
He ain't gotta ask if I got it, just know that bitch is on me
Choppa cook a nigga like fried bologna and rip-
[Verse]
In the opposition block then I saw a fucking cop
Cruisin' on a ten-speed, make a nigga fucking stop
Hop up out that car with this Glock, then I made it pop
Old heads in the hood want the violence to stop
I can't spare a thing and I can't spare a barrel
And I ain't stoppin' my life until they put me in the trap
The feds on my brother ask about a murder but he don't care
Feds ask me where my alibi, I said I wasn't there
[Chorus]
I got Murda on my beats and it's a homicide
I have a shootout anywhere because I'm down to die
The devil ain't fucking with me, I got a lot of fire
I kill him, then I split him like he had a piece of pie
If that nigga want it then I'm on it, kill him and his homie
He ain't gotta ask if I got it, just know that bitch is on me
Choppa cook a nigga like fried bologna and rip-
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